Posted Jan. 25, 2021, 11:40 a.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Faye’s Quarters- Check-up
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Faye’s Quarters- Check-up
Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Faye’s Quarters- Check-up
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Jasmine felt more and more irritated the longer it took her to get to Calloway’s quarters. House calls were not uncommon on the Manhattan but they typically were favors she and the other medical staff did to help a patient out. Visiting a sick child so the parents didn’t have to drag them out of bed, someone suffering from the flu so that the didn’t have to lug a puke bucket up and down the halls, or occasionally to deal with a delicate intimate issue that arose when you were nothing more than a floating Noah’s ark.
Standing in front of Faye’s quarters, Jasmine let out a deep breath. She had been in Starfleet long enough to know that whatever was going on with Faye was special: Namely some seedy back ally mission intelligence would stamp as classified to wipe her wrongs away with a flick of the wrist. Intelligence was always the reason some things got smoothed over and ignored as if it never happened. Reaching up Jasmine palmed the controls on the door and waited for someone to grant her access.
Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO
There was a soft, “Come in,” that sounded through the door’s comm.
Jasmine entered the room and squinted trying to make out anything from the large shadows of the room being cast by the dim light. Her eyes were slowly adjusting but Jasmine’s patience was not. =/\=Computer… lights at eighty percent=/\=
Inside, Faye was still curled up on the couch and wrapped up in a blanket in the dim light. Her eyes squinted open at the bright light from the corridor and it made it hard to see exactly who it was. Again, the guesses were likely few but she did hope it was someone with something for her head. This felt worse than the hangover!
~Faye Calloway
As the lights abruptly shone, visibility increased so that everything was easily able to be seen. It only took a moment for the doctor to find Faye’s form cuddled up on the couch. Whatever Faye had been through had seemed to shake the woman. Crossing the room, Jasmine moved towards her. Taking a seat next to Faye on the couch Jasmine pulled out a tricorder and began to scan the woman. “It was reported that you had the symptoms of a panic attack. High blood pressure…rapid heart rate…memory issues.”
“And a bad headache now,” Faye said quietly, absorbing the fact that it was indeed Jasmine who had come to see her. Well this would be interesting.
Jasmine looked at the results of the tricorder and her forehead wrinkled some. They had prior scans of her brain, which showed some damage to the amygdala, but this scan indicated recent increase activity. Running the scan again Jasmine got the same results but ascertained there was no new permanent damage. “Did you hit your head when they pulled you from the turbo after you left the captain’s office or some other time?”
Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO
“No. It was a mind dump, that stupid thing that used to happen because of what the Romulans did. It hadn’t happened since I got here, and it feels like it was making up for lost time,” Faye said. There was a lot she wanted to say to Jasmine, but she wasn’t sure if now was a good time or even if Jas wanted to talk about it at all. It was the realization that she still didn’t know her friend very well at all. If they were even still friends. Too much was at odds on the ship just now for it to be explained so she had no idea what Wynter knew or didn’t.
~Faye Calloway
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